La cuartelera
Los Chalchaleros
The Barracks Girl
We are the gunners
who alongside the cannon
fall to our knees,
those who go to war with courage.
The bugle has sounded
and there I go to fight
danger threatens our flag,
a foreign hand wants to lower it.
When behind the hills the sun shines,
the barracks girl will see my flag waving.
I jump in my cradle, yes,
I am Güemes' son
for my Argentine homeland
I always give my blood willingly.
The fifth one is about to leave
and the cannon will roar.
I don't want to leave you alone, my black girl
because you will forget me.
When behind the hills the sun shines,
the barracks girl will see my flag waving.
